The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1887-04-08
A FORTUNATE MISTAKE

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late upon that particular Monday
afternoon, and AZ Il natural cOnse.
quence tn rrOf, the stage coach 10
Gilead Gorge WAS all hour behind
time.
'Once you lose five minutes, and
therp'll 6e plenty o set.backs to
make it ten," as Reuben Dolly, the
stage driver, ironically remarked,
as lie piled up the trunks on the
baggage wagon that was 10 go on
first. This ere's for Fullrr's
FarIn," said he, "and all the rest
Tor he View Hotel. Now look ont,
yOu," to the boy in charge, "aud
dOnI go to tippin' the bags aud
bandboXeS down the side Of the
mOuntain."
"Guess I've ,lriV on these ere
roads aiOre,T said Simon Sackett,
the lOnglcggel young Jehu.
"Yes, but there's sOme people as
don't never learn wisdom by eXPe-
lIence." said Reuben, aS he rolled
ulI / he leather curtain Ot tue stage
tOach, aud fastened them with a
rusty buckle.
Aud when the baggage wagon
reached the Gorge, the trunks aud
boxes we're all shaken into such an
untliSliuguishable confusion that
Simon did not know one IRON anOth.
rf.
There's Two Mrs. John JOneses,"
said he. "One OF 'eun'S 10 go to the
hotel, aud 'IOthpr to FuIleI's Farm.
Now which is which I That's what
I'd like to know"
Harry Fuller, who was waiting
at the crossroads, With bis one
horse wagon, speedily settled The
question.
"Why, this big trunk goes TO the
hotel, OF COURSE" said he. "Our |
Mrs. John Jones' is a dressmaker,
cOming here for two weeks rest.
'Tdiut likely she'd travel with a
trunk as big aS NOah's Ark, Is it
Keel in the little one, quick"
So that when Mrs. John Jones
herself reached the crossroads, she
very naturally entered the same
eQuipage that contained her trunk.
She was little woman, with
checks which still retained "A youth.
iul freshness; yellow. rippling hair
aud timid blue eyes; aud she WAS
dressed in inexpensive black, GOV.
cred all over with linen duster.
Harry Fuller glanced at her with
a Sidewise regard Hs he whipped up
his tat and meditative horse.
III don't quite know how you'll
like it," said he. but our folks have
changed your ROOM"
"Cbauged my room I" said the !
bOarder, glancing inquirinsly at
him.
"You see, after we settled YOU
were to have Ire front bed rOOm,"
he explained, ''my nOI her got let.
Ter from Mr.. Lrt:On. Mira LeftOn
lSed To work in the factory here I
years ago but she marripd "A city
lawyer, aud now there Isn't any ,
hing quite good enOngh tor her.
And they wanted my mother tu Z
give them three communicating
rooms: and so mother Thought you
mind the little rOom over
he kitchen. City hOar,lers mostly {
spend all their time ont doors, you
now /; aud il ish' 40 very hot alter
he sapper fire has gone Ouf.h 4
Mrs. john Jones WAS EIlent.
al told mother she sughn'I To do !
t," said the young farmer; "bni l
Mrs. LeIton would have that ruom. I
Aud mother thought she could ex I
blain Il all To yOu When YOU came.
Aud tue room will be fifty eenls a ,
week less, .
.-Oh T. said Mrs. John Jones'.
Fullers Farm was a long. lOw, ,
,fraggling bnildiug. shaded bv an
:irnt elms, aud possessing peaked 6
-OOT aud chimney slack which '
rould have delighted the sou, OF an
lriisf.
Old Mrs. Frller bustled to receive
,er guests. The tea hour was A. I
rady I,asi, but there MIS- y baal Of !
milk aud heasiag saurer 0i red .
on the tablr, and The
if,ie rarthruware teapot slill sim
Berrd on the back OF the staye 10 .
'Ospitable way. -